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ZenGarden Moonlight

What might be your perfect way
to awake with joy and gratitude each morning
within this new day
of opportunity and mourning?

For me,
this morning’s epiphonic awakening
into Beloved Paradise,
would open my eyes to a full bright winter moon
shining through my bedroom window
greeting pale yellow dawn
fading starlit sky of not quite night.

To awake fully conscious
I am more than loved
and seldom feared
or cause for anger,
if only because I am,
as are all Earth’s re-creations,
reborn Full Moon’s eco-fertile nurturing love,
and reverse-time elliptical fear of climatic Ego death
into EcoLife’s Full Moon Climax,
and pouty dual-dark transparent Absence,
of full bilateral revolving Moon’s regenerate-therapy light
day, transparent-linked with night’s transition dreaming
drenched in Full Moon’s light,
realizing I have another hour
before that fearful angry alarm goes off,
and I once again wake up to Business As Usual
EgoLeft, too-Yang dominant to remember
Full Moon’s designing bright
flowing time’s self-promoting dreams as Love
defined-deduced-reduced by DualDark Absence.

We ReGenerate therapeutic-intended natural gardens by day,
revolving Love’s sacred spiritual FullMoon Buddhabody by night,
Ego as EcoTime’s light AND dualdark
FullSelf-Conscious
BiLaterally Revolutionary Moon,
zen-centered toward and around Earth,
radiant and gratefully double-bound
eco-gravity balance,
in octave-fractal frequent waves of light
and not=faith-in-not-yet
co-arising risk+opportunity.

What might be our perfect way
to start and end each day
with humane/divine timely dreams
of peace-stretching polypathic nights?

From whence derive awakening reborn transitions,
watering polyculture-garden love
drowning past and future Ego-monoculture,
Absence of fertile NighTime conversation.

We dance with dreams of grandfather Sun’s universal time.
We dream in chains,
dualdark yet transparent,
of grandmother Moon’s Full and Dark,
love-medicine v pathology, Times.

But, what do I know
about consciousness of rhythm and rhyme,
I’ve been up for hours,
all ecologically regenerative wealth
evaporated with the rising sun.

I suppose this is the “mourning” side
of night’s re-creative Absence.

At noon my mind bows East and West,
spiritual practice shapes liturgical rites
and steps of each gardening day,
as regenerate natural intent shapes non-linguistic flow
and function of each night,
investing with emergent Elders
from DNA’s EarthTribal Voice
of streams,
and seasons,
atmospheric sea,
and eco-gravitating moon’s forest light.

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ToeNail FungUS

Injustices, victimization,
oppression and other yucky events
of diverse varieties,
are like toe nail fungus:
1. both alarming and embarrassing
2. who knows where it came from
3. we would appreciate it if it would return
from wherever to whatever,
as long as it’s away from me.

My kids taught me everything I never wanted to know
about the sufferings of injustice,
while my husband taught me everything I never wanted to know
about the inadequacies of my pathetic attempts at mercy.

“What happened to the chicken casserole
that was still cooling?!”

I used to believe this was a reasonable question
that I should rationally answer.

“Well, Ms. Fetal Alcohol Daughter
decided to eat it without using her hands,
because you told her not to touch anything.
That’s why her face looks like the remnants of baked chicken,
mashed potatoes,
and I believe the green stuff might be peas
from ear to ear and a spot on her forehead
and all over her chin,
although her hands remain surprisingly pristine.”

However, over the sometimes tumultuous years
of further victimization and mutual oppression,
I have learned to hear these questions,
about domestic and other political suffering and loss
loudly exclaiming injustice,
as rhetorical opportunities.

“As a kindness to you
I choose to pretend that was a rhetorical question.
Because we seldom really want to know
from whence comes toenail fungus,
or any other of the diverse angry adolescent behaviors
causing cosmic dissonance
and climatic behavioral disorders
as they are doing their best with defiant-compliance.”

I don’t know, it just feels kinder to say it,
and see self-neglect of wise choices,
this way.

Makes me feel a little more
like WildYeast absorbing nutritious toenail fungus.

1. Embarrassed and Terrified by my own failures to actively love healthy choices,
all the time,
with every co-fungus I meet.
in each moment of oppositionally defiant dialectical opportunity for redirection
through basic regenerative/degenerative, co-arising MidWay=TippingPoint=Yang/Yin wu-wei
reiterative dipolar attendance
to co-empathic bilateral balance.

2. Not really wanting to spend a lot of time thinking about my own climatic interior and exterior landscape history;
health-and-safety issues of self-and-other neglect.

3. Feeling like we already nondually co-arise in this permaculturally regenerative, health-revolving repurposing normative-natural value, merit, worth, dignity, honor, purpose, ecotherapy, coempathic ToeNail Fungus DeComposition, as we cogravitate back where EcoParasitic Elders were comin’ from:
your wealth evolves from where you ecologically invest your feet,
avoid infestation,
keep them movin’ across healthy soil
in clean water
breathin’ fresh breezes.

Wild Yeast
breathing in ecosystemic nutrients
breathing out toenail fungus.

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Sabbath Playgrounds

Sunday afternoons,
or Saturday afternoons,
look and feel richer,
dense relational liturgy of mundane ritual,
often more sabbath quiet.

Quiet neighborhood school playground
celebrates more solitary visits
seeking co-sensory quiet selftalk,
muse swings back and forth,
happy slides up elational,
processional,
then downright ecstatic.

Sunday’s GratitudeGoRound
of a warm winter’s sun
pretexting Spring’s co-redemptive dance,
prancing across jungle gyms
of mythic pirate romance,
swinging Tarzans and Janes
flying rope to rope
bar to bar
beating outdoor kettle drums
of Sunday’s sacred playground joy.

This light we bring to sabbath,
Sunday’s sun absorbs full resolved through co-play,
a child again
in love’s sequestered Solar Systemic womb
giving happy birth to weeks
becoming strong,

EarthBound
PlayGround
diastatic BeLoved Queen Shabbat’s
weekly baptism in love’s regenerativity.

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All Roads Lead Home

All love roads toward Home,
if home is Rome,
then all roads lead toward Romish home,
especially when we are in a climatic crisis
and we really do need to be Home
to grow as healthy and safe as can be.

Why can’t Person A’s prickly paradise
become Person B’s gooey quagmire of a nightmare,
until Person B remembers
how and why and when and where
they have co-arose Person A?

Why can’t one person’s genius
be another person’s Wild Card,
and vice versa?

If one person’s technology
can be another person’s magic,
then why can’t one person’s science
be another person’s craft,
and the other way around?

Why can’t one person’s medicine
be another person’s ecotherapy
becoming medicine?

Why can’t one person’s Tipping Point
dialectical ecosystemic theory of time as bilateral function
be another person’s Mythic Earth Creation Story,
and both-and?

Why can’t one person’s fear about pre-climatic critical intervention trends,
as too slow and lethargic and ignorant,
be another person’s just-right ReGenesis Myth?

Why can’t one person’s Gethsemane Garden
be another person’s PermaCulture Sesame Street?
1. Where we first notice what’s goin’ down.
2. Then discover how to improve the flowers
and cull the weedpatch Groutches
into a somewhat better sense of humor
reqarding hygienic therapy
and what is grungy treasure.
3. Co-invest in implementation,
hosting cooperative stone-soup gift-it-forward
Golden Rules of relationship
and transactions,
4. Harvest healthy wealth
like polyculturally organic Cookie Monsters,

Dressed up as Bodisattva Warriors
costumed for WinWin chess
folding and unfolding co-empathic choices
until everybody wins
because no one ever dies alone
or afraid to live together
on Sesame Street,
in mindbody homes,
whether in or beyond Rome.

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Baby Talk

We learn our right from wrongs,
and maybe right from lefts,
as we go along.

Issues come up within developmental windows,
like stealing
emerges from touching your older brother’s stuff
and beginning to more wisely discern
what’s mine from what’s yours,
because when we are born,
we are born into everything is divinely
and diastatically nutritious us.

Yet,
this too emerges even earlier,
this issue of distinguishing Ego from bio-progenetive AnthroMother.
When we are still in utero
we could not be Ego consciousness
distinguishable,
discernible,
decompositionally dissonant
from EcoEnvironnmental Diastatic(=,=)
CoGravitating Consciousness.

Each DNA/RNA ecosystem born into dialectical-temporal lobe risk
of death without ever having lived threshold
into waiting cerebral cortex,
vacuous EgoLandscape of diastasis-entity,
dipolar bicameral,
balancing health over/against pathology of You=Me
could not equivalently
confluently
healthfully flow and function
into and out of
Us.

This is a difficult Win for Ego
to surrender,
this loss of mindbody ecosystemic nest,
someday somewhere,
Time forgetting Ego’s diastatic EcoPresent
confluent former time
of pre-birth’s absent bio-eco stress,

except for sounds of screaming climate change
and great biometric transitions of chaotic sound and pattern,
except for lack of Mother Manna’s ecologically rich nutrients,
DNA prescribed for regenerative health,

to which we more positively return
to compost rich transparent ecosystemic soul of rich soil
mixed with clean abundant rivers of water,
nutritionally flowing movement’s of Time’s caress
over double-bound co-gravitating skin,
within as without time’s restraints
elating empathic eco-function,
Prime Relational Fractal-Dialogos Octave NaturalSystemic Frequencies
of Harmony and Folding and Unfolding
Flowing and Functioning Formed Balance.

Many of these moral issues begin enculturating
across days of syntaxed light as health
and nights of dual-dark transparent AngryStomach within
and FearFilledDark without
dipolarity pathology Lose-Lose,
before we ever realize
that these Anthros are saying language
associated with life’s rhythms
of positive and negative as warm v. cold,
light v. dark,
forgetting that in our RNA root iconic tradition,
it’s all good in properly explicated,
healthy,
natural-system neutral MidWay
Loving Positve-Synergetic Psychological Order
of Total BiCameral Fractal-Ecology of Seasonal Reason.

But, the issue of bicameral gender,
appositional disorders,
dipolar imbalances,
deviances from polymorphic polynomial
WinWin cerebral cortex non-differentiated harmony,
emerge well after
we have developed the capacity
to imagine what we hope will happen
over against what EcoRight MindBody
co-arises as nutritionally luscious sexual identity,
in full-fractal frame,
Prime Relationally WinWin
as +,+ OVER (-,-),
ReGenerative OVER DeGenerating DeComposition,
with all the right-timed full-octave polycultural diversity
ecologically and analogically implied,
temporal-neural aptic as empathic,
ecosystemic bicameral gender-language function
Time requires for Earth’s global Rights of ReGenerativity.

When our Ego speaks positively
about what our Eco does not truly want,
or perhaps wants less or more of,
then Ego tends to loudly proclaim,
or more quietly and dissonantly repress,
influenced by cultural exegetical negativism
where EcoRight conscious eisegetical empathic intuition,
more dialectically polyfluent co-gravitation,
stretching ecoconsciousness of internal landscape’s
bicameral cognitive dissonance into semi-consciousness,
sometimes felt defensively as hypocrisy
for not becoming
whom Ego more nobly and nutritionally
already is right now.

No wonder, then
it has been said
to remember being baby
if Ego would find Paradise,
before talk could be distinguished from positive yet not-not walk,
and love’s embryonic Commons incubating peace
still belonged to all of us
AnthroTribal WinWin DNA-scripted Evolutionary Co-Messianic Players
of eco-normic cooperative Prime Political Universal Relationship
back to Original Intent Big Bang dense healthy co-gravitational syntax
as forward into (0)Mega MythicLogos PolyNomial Balance,
nutritiously CoPresent WinWin
healthy baby co-operative bicameral talk.

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One Hand Clapping

Who sings this song
of one hand dancing?

No, honey,
get it right please,
What is the sound of one hand clapping?

One hand clapping
is the same difference of song as sound
between co-arising bicamerality
and dipolar binomiality.

Both hands begin and end
with Zero-Zen-soul prime relationship
of Tao,
as Time’s transparent co-gravitational
ecologically therapeutic energy,
leading from each heart
as from Earth’s universally co-empathic
diastatically encultured
RNA/DNACentered
SpaceTime syntax
of light/dualdark seasons
with resonantly therapeutic coarising reasons.

Air is to water’s full-clap, as water is to air’s absorbing
pre-diastatic emptiness.

Yes, that, I suppose,
but also
Medicine, iconic of “nutritional regenerative-DNA/RNA health-system”
is to Earth’s sick Dual Pathologies
AngryClimate and Fear of LoserPathology labels and trends.
as Earth’s ecotherapeutic ecological timing is to inform our Medicine-Therapy Ecosystems,
including interior and familial, personal and tribal,
but also large-ecosystemic scales
of political and economic ecosystems
cooperatively researching long-term best permacultural practices
for assuring local through global health and safety.

I think you should change the title of your bicameral dipolar theory
to PolyCulture Interior/Exterior Landscape Cooperative Design Optimization.

Still too long.

I know
but how does bicameral YangEgo speak
propose to speak precisely
for YinYin Eco-squared, fractally bilateral,
temporal-neural-aptic polymorphic/polypathic/polyculturally
CoPresent Prime TransParent Relationship,
mute as a dipolar post?

Why must we speak what natural ecosystems imply
so ubiquitously?
Not timeless exactly,
but perennial,
since the beginning of Earth’s RNA-syntax memory of light/dark time,
correlated with warm/cold,
passed from embryo to embryonic regenerative information system
as binomial transmissions +,+ WinWin and -,- LoseLose:
prime fractal dipolar function-form.

So ego/eco (0)-soul balance of time’s co-arising gravity,
glares through bicameral lens,
but appears nearly invisible-recessive
to Left-brain dominant language-culture,
without YinYin’s more RNA-centric-doublebinding
yummy v pathology time-frequency and MidWay-flow.

AngerLose and FearLose competitive eco-political strategies
of “can only win through all others losing” evolutionary flexing
emerges LoseLose Logos/Mythic UniversalAbsence-of-EvolvingRevolvingSystem,
no regenerative potential within time,
monocultural dia-negentropy.

A capacity to empathize,
using ecological
permacultural
therapeutic systemic language,
applied analogically
to positively develop
each and every Interior-Exterior CoArising
++YangEgoLeftLanguaged/(-,-) YinEco Right MindBody
DoubleBinding Space as 4D Time’s BiLateral Identity,
within a dense bullseye of bicameral attention,
dialectic sight and sound and smell and touch and co-empathic feeling
of each potential DesignerEgo’s DNA-encultured EcoMap
of First Principle
for every (0)-soul-center intention
we focus our ecological/polymorphic Landscape Design Map,
employing cooperative practice
for communication and nutritional network development
meeting WinWin Continuous Health-Quality Improvement Standards,
with ecotherapeutic post-climatic polycultural outcomes
of local through global EnvironmentalPeace
incarnating Synergetic Love of Life
throughout dipolar co-gravitating equi-valent DNA/RNA CoPresent EcoConsciousness,
MedicineGod of Time’s nesting-absorbing
and regenerating-emerging
equivalently TransParent Convex/Concave
Explicate/Implicate
Yang/YinYin
Right/Left
self-and-other therapy/pathology dipolarity.

Wasn’t mapping the Golden Rule
onto Principles of Permaculture Systemic Design
really all you needed to say
much less think?

Maybe,
although there is that cool thing about
dipolar transparent Polynomial
as NotNot Polynomial Tipping Point
co-arising elational-relational bilateral function
of time.

Well you certainly won’t get any of that time back.

I don’t look at polycultural TippingPoint design communication
as an expenditure of time
so much as an investment.

Well then, where is your return?

In time’s future ecotherapeutic polycultural regeneration,
and degenerative pathological
chronic anxiety and stress
of people and their soil and air and water
and decreasingly nutritional systems,
and sleep deprivation,
emerging climatic cultural meltdown.

Well,
your time seems to continue rewinding
but my time is moving toward meltdown.

I’m sorry.
How can I help?

You could stop talking
and start practicing what you so
nutritiously
and polyculturally
and cooperatively preach.

Why can’t I do both?

I don’t know.
Just clumsy I guess.
Sounds more like one not-quite-resonant hand clapping.

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Permacultural Koan

I love this koan from 1,000 years ago, or more.

“What is it? Medicine and sickness mutually correspond. The world is medicine. What is the Self?”
by10th c. Zen Master Yunmen

So, yes,
Self for me is Ego”sickness”,
deductively and reductively self-composed
of dipolar AngryPast and FutureFear,
trying to figure out a narrow path
toward healthy and hearty love
as cooperative life therapy
within this eternal now of Time and Love,
BiCamerally CoPresent.

Which brings us to the world as EcoEarth SpaceTime ReGenerative “Medicine”,
for balancing Ego’s narrowly anthrocentric WorldSick Pathological view,
with Eco-Right-MindBody’s RNA-centric
Universal Ecosystemic-Dialogical-Temporal-Linear-BiLateral-TimeFused-CoEmpathic CoRelational Exterior/Interior
DiPolar Landscape
Now=Love=CoArising.ReGenerate Health and Safety Outcomes,
or at least natural ecosystemic research toward such outcomes,

All species are PermaCulturally Designed to optimize nutritional sustainability
and well-being of global RNA residents,
each and all (0)Zen-Tao thermodynamically, electromagnetically, co-gravitationally, bicamerally neural-bilaterally balanced
dialectic harmonic primetime,
surrounded by cognitive dissonance.

Moving away from an analogical/ecological dialect
and turning toward digital as:
Binary Positive/Negative Correlation CoOperative WinWin Network
BiCameral and BiNomial 4D equivalency
for WinWin Outcome Design
of (0)Earth’s most regeneratively dense synergetic nutritionally rich bullseye.

Then to Permaculture Design
for InteriorEgo and ExteriorEco landscapes
for therapeutic function:
Of highest priority
on the PermaCulture Designer’s Map
of Love/Peace/Health growth trends,
facilitated by co-disinvestment in Anger and Fear-driven monocultural-trending pathology,
“sickness” gifting-forward our best issues of what to steer clear of,
and cut back on,
for a healthy cooperative/competitive EcoConscious
AND
Ego-Anthro-Centric nondual co-arising/co-gravitational time of life
as synonymous with love and synergy and possibly empathy
and positive/negative dipolar elation.

Bicameral neural-dipolar “sickness” devolves double-binding negative dissonance, negative YinYin energy,
and
dialectic “Medicine” as love-power-positive
and peace-content-inductive-flow-function
of, from, for, toward regenerately healthy/robust RNA/DNA encrypted Time..

Where there is both peace and love,
there is no longer room or time for anger and/or fear
of lack of time for positive Healthy/Therapeutic CoRelation
within (0)-soul balancing EcoPresent NowConsciousness
of timeless co-arising times and seasons
within ecosystems with times and seasons
within language with dialectical timing
and seasoned DNA/RNA diafractal syntax.
for light and dark,
warm and cold,
positive and double-negative,
Medicine and sickness,
health and death,
polycultural fullness and monocultural empty-nest,
echoing bicameral silo Self co-arising
elating confluent-aptic CoPresent
medicinal eco-consciousness.

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Playing Queen of Hearts WinWin

Conceived in manic sorrow,
proclaiming her self-left-as-righteous Hollowness,
the less assertive Queen of Hearts:

I’m good between either of these two black kings
and those two black jacks behind,
either one,
no matter to me

Between a spade for digging soul enrichment
or a clubbing tool to force what’s mine
or should be ’cause it could be,
it’s all the same to me,
but I have no use for diamonds
or other hearts,
unless of course you decide to play PolyPathic hearts and diamonds with me,
and Sister
then we might form a primal tributary
through temporal primacy,
you see,
or not,
which also matters notnot to me,
to us, really

You see,
my dear Win-Lose player,
I do not consider Yeah? or NoWay?
notnot both-and
with the same economic WinWin equivalencies
as do you,
yet still it is my voice you hear
in Egoyou as ecoconscious co-arising empathy.

My Queenly Heart co-empathic powers
speak through our mutually-deaf right ear
of primal strategic order,
fractal syntax dreams and shapes,
rhythms and nature’s pattern of light and dark
and seasons suggesting reasons
for health reverses decay,
bicameral reds and black
equivalently polycultured
synergetically stacked
Player-self/other cooperative optimizing
WinWin politically seasonal reasoned choices
for which and where to both fold and unfold,
so as not to refold

This Queen of Hearts
prefers two black kings NotNot
on top
with two black jacks, AngerPast with FutureFear
more positively negative
to push my sacred eco-behind
to make lovely nutritional pies and charts and designs
while Earth’s sun still shines climatically
LeftSunEgo/RightEarthEco NotNot-centered
dipolar

(and, frankly, diastatically equivalent pre/post-climatic opti-sustained,
but don’t let on
’cause people confuse my Ecos-energy with QueenDiamond’s Eros-lust for wealth
far beyond what could ever be good for her own health,
but if you tell her I said that
I will politically and economically deny right/left pathological imbalance
on-bilateral-systemic-memorynetwork as WorldWinWin-line)

Diastatic Queen of Hearts EcoMessianic
bicameral voices nibbling through
my recessive Right ear to hear
healthgift-it-forward
bicameral eyes to see
nutritional embryonic regenerativity.

Queen of Hearts
teaches Gaia-As-Self-Care lessons
for life as love
by first divesting
of all that competitive overinvesting
in Left-brain dominant-dissonant
bicameral quasidomesticity.

The King of EarthClubbing Win-Lose Games,
don’ want you to know
he’s got his biggest Deepest-SpaceClub Transitionally aiming
to shoot way past your stressing,
over-clubbed past and over-spading fading future Ego,
arrows landing in WinWin ecotherapy landscapes,
filled with polycultural decks of (0)Mega card manna,
each one steering toward WinWin Polytaire.

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Loving Defiance

Punishing for revenge,
could this occur to natural systems
without capacity to imagine alternative futures?

Punishing others for their defiant behavior,
actions and words stronger than merely ignorant
bolder than merely angry with each other, and ourselves,
but how much more
to accurately measure fair consequences
for words of anger
compared to more aggressive, too often violent,
defiance?

If I had never been a victim of another’s vengeance,
bullying,
violence of word and deed,
intent and practice to exercise power of revenge
against a defiant world,
including me,
however unwittingly, impersonally,
would all defiance in my life
calm down into more generic anger
about fear of living as dying alone,
haunting dreams of chronic claustrophobic stress?

Perhaps my defiance was merely being who I really am,
but it didn’t look right through your vengeance lens of opportunity
v. risk.
A safer mark becomes another punished victim
growing increasingly defiant and/or depressed.

Repressive chronic stress
echoing post-partum critical stress disorder,
and fear of Ego’s demise
predicting total loss of sensory consciousness,
loss of love co-arising Time and Life,
CoPresent TransParent Consciousness,
Communicant of InFormating Memory Strains.

If no defiant anger,
then no punishing revenge.
If no revengeful lack of mercy,
then no fear-filled anger,
opening each moment’s life
to love’s new-old possibilities.

An empire of nations and tribes,
and sometimes mobs and klans,
invested in competing my anger against your fear.
Evil intent and competitive will have suboptimized Live
by divesting of truly symbiotic evolution
as nondual co-arising healthy regeneration trends
for all Earth’s Tribes,
but only worshipped as NotNot HumanNatural EcoSystemic Universal Timeless Power and Integrative Function
by HumanNatural EcoSystems,
perversely enough.

An empirically deductive-dominant historical culture
falls defiantly apart,
angry and afraid,
to open unoccupied space for empathic nondual love,
peacefully interdependent governance,
mutually subsidiary co-mentoring ego/eco balance therapists
advocating contentment of cooperative ecosystems
over contention of competitive political-economic systems,
designing and developing merciful justice
as active pay-it-forward peace.

PreMillennial Tyranny of angry frightening gods and destiny
fading before Great Transition Bodhisattva Warriors
finding good humor in mutual co-existing on Earth as Host,
serving nutritious composting manna,
to all permacultural role-models
aspiring toward polycultural outcomes,
BiCameral Occupier-Parasites
filled with nuclear-neural folding and unfolding regeneratively-timed virus,
benign merger messages of deductive/inductive-empathic balance,
like breathing in and out,
to produce healthier and safer outcomes than revenge,
followed by more defiance, etc.

Revenge breeds defiance
as forgiveness and zero-interest investments
breed co-arising love/live and nutritional prosperity.

Forgiving defiance,
whether personal or political,
whether economic or environmental,
predicts optimal revenge
of loving anger and fear
as they co-mentor our selves,
our cells,
our memory of time,
both day and night bicameral.

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Shoveling I-Cycles

He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time’s deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be his investment in future plans.

I hope and believe that I will choose
when to freeze my death.

I remember his hope
stepping out into Connecticut’s perfect nor’eastern,
stern at onslaught,
like pilgrims and nearby islands of granite
states and histories,
but then dragging more gracefully out
into lacey fluff
floating toward quintessential kitschey views
framed from inside
by silent flickering orange light
of coal black constitutional wood stove
New England casual propriety,
radiating dry welcome warmth,
but with appropriate restraint,
while I remember to step
onto my snow covered front porch,
evenly blanketed front to back,
as if devoid of shingled Cape Cod roof.

This would be a good New Connected way too die.
Shoveling snow in paradise
evening’s post-storm quiet,
waiting for far off snow blowers
to finally rest.

Without anger or disappointment.
How could we become a better time and place
to re-enter timeless freedom of empathic light?
Fearless deep enriching flight
into nesting night
of death’s diastatic elational surprise,
floating out as in
to continue WinWin play
as recreating love-life
by day
and regenerating CoLover’s Love of love ourselves
each climaxing full-moon night,
speaking trough nor’easter’ wind
of light redemption
and bright winged mythic co-reception.

If I were of his fearless content mind
to fade in frosty sublime light,
now would be my time
to threshold off
into enculturing adventures
of co-relational Earthen Love,
holding off my WinWin Climax re-transformation
until this night’s threshold,
freezing away from carnating restraint
of graceless angry fear of lively shadows
and losing ego’s permacultured golden age
to flow into disincarnate freedom
full as loving tic elating grace,
recomposing Earth’s Tribal Golden Embryo,
a grand transitional opera
in four snow-bound limbs
of crystal-frosted dancing light
elating pure true resonance.

He planned to freeze his death
to love Earth’s Paradise,
echoing co-radical Presence.

My warmth becomes distracting
to this Bodhisattva Revolution
into cosmic-conscious decomposition
of Gaia’s delicious musical comedy
sung full-timed operatic pretension
until cold brings time’s threshold
storm inviting steadier-state contemplation,
love Beloved freezing Presence,
free at last to climax multicultural Elation.

Funny, now, to remember
his pre-climatic drama,
requiring death
to embrace love’s timelessly available freedom,
when each breath grows sacrament
baptizing love’s diastatic promise,
then purging Passion Stories back out
to feed Earth’s ravenous trees of upside-down wisdom.

It’s all so intensely rich and deep,
frosty,
shoveling snow,
remembering a friend
who chose to freeze his living
to enjoy a dancing Full Moon dying
to become his already present EcoArising Presence.

CoMessiah breathing in Connecticut’s normative normal
natural business
nor’eastern Paradise Transition,
shoveling deeply within
newly laid embryonic blanketing womb
tomb.

I hope our kids won’t worry or ever fear
that we’ve chosen frozen to death out here
over all our over-heated operatic flame
of life in quiet reConnecting home.

He said he planned to freeze to death
to sit with passionate Earth’s Tribe,
co-rising Time’s elating love,
CoPresent.

Even so,
I hope he misses me
as I miss him.

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